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MY INHERITANCE

Chapter 46

Jewelry

The big Suburban hummed north on Interstate 25, heading for Denver where we would pick up

I-70 west to Vail. Mary was driving with Lisa riding shotgun. Andy was curled in my lap, her

crying spent and the tears of joy drying on her face.

"I can't believe you threw my birth control pills away like that. Are you sure, Davy?"

"Very sure, Andy."

"You know that makes me the happiest woman in the world, don't you?"

What gentle, loving eyes. What a soft, feeling touch was her hand on my cheek. How could a

woman express love more than Andy was at that moment?

"I hope so. It makes me the happiest man," I answered, taking her hand to gently kiss her palm.

She started to squirm, drawing her arm up and slipping it out of the arm of the T-shirt she wore.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting undressed. I want to be fucked. I am ready to start on that baby."

"You could get out of my lap. It would be easier."

"It is more fun this way," she whispered.

It was more fun. Each movement as she squirmed to undress caused her to rub some delightful

part of her delightful body against some part of my body which always liked rubbing against her.

She squirmed and twisted and the skirt moved down her legs. Naked now, she finished

unbuttoning my shirt with one hand as the other held my neck so she could nibble on my lips and

chin. As always, I had programmed my cock to let him do his own thinking. He was screaming

for release from my trousers.

Lisa had turned around to watch us. She had that needy look, indicating her own desire to be

fucked. Mary would glance at us occasionally in the rear view mirror.

"There are trucks on this highway that will be able to see you two," Mary said.

Nobody answered her. I lifted my hips as Andy tugged my jeans over my hips and down my legs.

"Let's start this way," Andy murmured and slipped to the floor to take my cock in her mouth. Lisa

and I groaned simultaneously.

Mary clicked on the radio. I had thought we were going to have a little fucking music but she had

turned on the CB radio where all the truckers talk.

"And, so I plan to stop down here a ways and fill up, Belle. Care to stop with me."

"Negative, Red Ace. I."

"Breaker, breaker. Jesus Christ! There is a red Suburban heading north and some blonde is naked

and blowing a guy in the back seat. Holy shit, what a body!"

"Where are you?"

"Eight miles north of Pueblo, heading north. Damn! They are driving right beside me. I think they

want me to see. Jesus! She is deep throating him! Oh, no. They are speeding off."

"Was that you, Reno Bob?"

"Roger."

"I am just a mile ahead of you. I can see them coming now. They are flying."

"Get your glasses clean. You won't believe this."

"They are slowing down. Bob, you were right. That blonde is something. She is bent over him

with her head in his lap. What an ass! Damn, there they go again."

Mary, Lisa and I were all giggling from the conversation of the truckers over the CB. Andy was in

her own world, enjoying the feel of my cock in her.

"Kitten Lisa, slut mode," I said.

"Texas Slim here. They are beside me now. The blonde is pushing his legs together. She is

lowering herself on his cock. No. Heading toward you, Bubba."

"This is Bubba. Here they come! Almost along side. Almost. Dammit, come on. They are right

beside me now. The guy has rolled the blonde over. Her legs are spread with her feet on the

overhead. He is fucking the shit out of her. I can see her face. Guys, she looks like an angel but

she damn sure ain't acting like no angel. Damn, he is fucking her. I wish I was him and he had a

feather stuck up his ass. We both would be tickled to death."

"Bubba, quit the cornball jokes and."

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Did you guys see the brunette in front? She has taken her T-shirt off.

She is leaning out the window, holding her tits up to me, with a big fuck-me smile on her face.

Nice tits! Her nipples got rings in them. She is twisting the nipple rings. Oh, I think I can hear her

moaning. Christ almighty, I am hard as a rock and I don't get back to my old lady for five more

days. No. Goddamn. They sped off. They are coming your way, Fresno."

We could here the trucker breathing into his microphone as he waited for us to catch up to him,

like some demented phone caller.

"I'm looking for them."

"Man. You should have seen that sight."

"Here they are. Slowing down right by me. The blonde is on top again. Shit! She waved at me.

All of them waved and that slut brunette blew me a kiss. The guy's cock is still in the blonde. I

can see her slit with his cock in it. Damn! There they go."

"This is Woolly Bugger. I see them coming. They're with me. Oh, man. The blonde has her eyes

closed. Her back is arched. What a smile. Lord, lord, lord. The brunette has her feet up on the

dash. She is fingering herself. That hot little bitch is grinning at me as she plays with herself."

"You rubes are so pathetic."

"Belle, you old dyke, you know good and goddamned well you like to watch as much as we do."

"Red Ace, if that old rig you are driving can get up here, I will stop and whip your ass."

"You two can bitch at each other later. Where are they?"

"This is Woolly Bugger. They are heading toward you, Belle."

"Here they come. They are slowing down right beside me. They."

There was a long silence on the air.

"Belle? Come back, Belle."

"What the hell happened to Belle?"

"Shit, Bubba. You don't think she ran off the road, do you?"

"Belle? God dammit, talk, woman!"

"Belle here."

Her voice sounded empty and far away, as if she had been stunned.

"What happened, Belle?"

"They came along side. The blonde was riding his cock and the brunette riding his face. The girls

were kissing and playing with each other. Then, they started cumming. The two gals and the guy,

all cumming at once. I could see their faces. I could see everything. I am going to stop up here at

the rest stop if anybody wants to join me."

"Count me in, Belle," Bubba said.

"Me, too," one of the other truckers chorused.

The CB went dead, silent except for bursts of static. The three of us must have been too much for

them to think about. I wondered how many of them were going to stop with Belle. I wished we

could stop and watch Belle take on the guys. I wondered what she looked like and how she looked

when she was getting fucked. Too bad we could not stop with them. I guess I would just have to

imagine them.

My kittens were giggling and happy. Only Mary had missed out on an orgasm. Since she was

driving, I was glad she did not have one. That really would be sex to die from.

Mary clicked off the CB and turned on the FM. Andy had already put on her T-shirt and skirt.

As I lay naked in the big storage area in the Suburban, she pushed me on my back, crawled over

me, and guided me into her again. She scissored her legs together, trapping my cock, buried her

head in my shoulder and sighed happily. Lisa crawled back beside us, one hand on my leg, the

other up Andy's skirt playing with her.

We rolled into the southern outskirts of Denver later in the day to fill up with gas and burgers.

Needless to say, the truck stop where we ate was buzzing about the red Suburban and its

occupants. We got a lot of looks, but no one said a word to us. Of course, since all three kittens

were wearing T-shirts and short skirts, without bras or panties, we would have gotten a lot of looks

if we had eaten at a monastery.

I noticed Andy acted embarrassed to be seen that way, still demonstrating her delightful

contradiction of emotions. Lisa flashed several guys before I remembered she was still in slut

mode. Even after I ordered her to "act normal", she was wild as she could be. Mary was Mary,

very sexual but not aggressive.

When we left the truck stop, I got in the driver's seat again. Mary curled up in back to rest. When

Lisa started to get in the front seat beside me, Andy stopped her. Not a word was said but a

pecking order was established at the two of them stared at each other. Lisa got in back. Andy set

by me.

We arrived in Vail late. Andy and Lisa unloaded the truck as Mary and I went directly to the

dungeon to see Cathy.

Cathy had been without a bath or sunlight or conversation for three days and looked a fright. She

was very glad to see us. After my experience with Lisa, I did not offer to let Cathy drink the

chemical voluntarily. We bound her arms and legs to the wall in an X. Mary held her nose and

chin as I poured the formula down her.

I will not repeat her programming word for word. Like Lisa, she was programmed to love and

care for me, to know she was loved by me, to keep her programming secret, to respond to her

commands, to belong to me, and, to let me change her commands by voice rather than by

chemical.

I dealt with her ability to project her great sexuality and to "ping" men, in what I thought was a

novel and appropriate way. After programming her to never again use her pinging on me or any

kitten, I programmed her to be an actress and to "ping" the camera. Think about that. All that sex

power coming across through the camera. That is what Hollywood is all about. I had no doubt she

would become a bigger Hollywood star than Monroe or Taylor or Moore or any of the sexy sirens

of the silver screen. I also programmed her to be on the watch for potential kittens and to notify

me if she found any good prospects.

After programming her, I released Cathy. She was so exuberant at being finally free of her

imprisonment, she was almost hysterical. She ran screaming through the house before I cornered

her again and calmed her down.

"Davy, I want a shower. Then, I want to be fucked," she exclaimed.

Fortunately, the shower in my bedroom was huge. I showered with all four of them. Now, that is

something.

Just close your eyes and picture what was in that shower with me. Four, wet, soapy, beautiful,

fun, positive, wildly sexual women. Just think about that. Two blondes, a brunette and a

brownette. Four pierced nipples and four unpierced. Two ringed clit hoods and two natural. Four

hot pussies. Four soapy bodies. For some reason, they all wanted to wash my cock. My cock had

never been that clean. Or, that hard.

I fucked Cathy first. My little sister really was a hot woman. In fact, I was sorry she was my sister.

I did not program her to be a kitten I would keep, one of my harem kittens so to speak, because

she was my sister. I wanted all of my kittens to bear my children. But, her being my sister didn't

mean I could not fuck her until she did not want any more.

Then, I fucked Lisa. Andy was third. I saved Mary for last. I liked my Rolls and I enjoyed the

smooth, comfortable and delightful ride. As I let myself come deep in Mary's pussy, my cock

head against her cervix, I wondered if she or her daughter would deliver my child first.

Cathy mounted my face, letting me eat her wonderful pussy as Lisa slipped between Mary's legs to

retrieve what I had left. Andy licked my cock clean as I dozed off.

I felt the bed move but I ignored the movement and the daylight pouring in through the open

curtains in the bedroom. Then, the bed moved again and I heard the padding of feet on the carpet.

In a few minutes, I smelled coffee. Andy was kneeling beside the bed with a mug in her hands. I

heard singing coming from the kitchen and the smell of bacon. Thank God, things were getting

back to normal. The five of us ate in the kitchen. It was a huge breakfast with delightful

conversation.

Mary needed to check on her shops and asked for permission to go to Glenwood Springs and

Aspen for the day. I sent Lisa with her. Since Lisa was going to be with us full time and since she

was now a kitten, we needed to work her into the routine. She was smart as a whip and could be a

real help to Mary. One of the things I needed to decide was if I was going to let Mary keep her

three retail shops, and, if I was, how they were going to be staffed.

You remember Eve, don't you? The actress who was one of Uncle Bert's kittens. I phoned her in

Brentwood, awakening her. I told her I wanted her to take Cathy under her wing and introduce

her to the key producers of her show. She readily agreed, but she had no choice since I phrased

everything as an order.

Andy and I drove Cathy to Denver where we put her on a plane to LA. I had called Mom and

Dad to tell them she was on her way. Mom sounded all teary knowing her baby was fine. All

Moms are that way, I suspect. Before she left, Cathy gave me a big kiss and thanked me profusely

for programming her the way I did. I was happy to make any kitten happy, particularly a kitten

who was also a sister.

"Where to now, sweetheart?" Andy asked as we left Denver International.

"I want to stop by the jewelers. I ordered some jewelry for you kittens and I want to pick it up."

"Locking jewelry, I presume," she said with a smirk.

"No. Not really," I replied.

How do you identify a kitten? Or, any woman for that matter. How do you mark her so the world

knows she is yours? Or, do you mark her at all?

Don't think that marking is all for the man. The woman loves it. It makes her feel protected,

feminine, as it shouts her belonging to her man.

In a normal boy-girl relationship, we would marry and she would wear a ring, perhaps two rings,

on the third finger of her left hand, the ring finger. Those rings would symbolize our relationship.

But, this was different. I was not marrying anyone and there would be more than one.

I considered tattooing, which is becoming commonplace for a girl to wear for her man. Wouldn't

they all look wonderful with a lovely, tattooed kitten in multicolors on the soft underside of their

necks where only the highest collar would hide it? I would put it on the left side in front where

everyone could see it. Perhaps my initials tattooed on the back of their hands or on the soft flesh

beside their pussies would be appropriate.

I considered branding, using a hot iron on them somewhere. I envisioned a brand like a rancher

would place on his cattle. I could put it on their ass. Maybe, like the Gor series, a single initial

burned into their thigh in front, below the hem line of short skirts so every one could tell they were

my slaves. But, burns look ugly most of the time and it might get infected before it healed. A

tattoo could always be removed but a brand was forever.

I considered chains of various kinds on various parts of their bodies to identify them as mine.

Chains have a lot of possibilities because they come in all different sizes and materials. I am

including leather collars or wristlets in the chain group.

Once, I pictured all of them in thick wide leather collars with a Master lock at the nape of their

necks holding it in place and a big O-ring in front so I could attach a leash or chain them together.

How about a heavy, dog collar chain around their necks, the padlock at the nape of their necks?

Or, a chain around their waists with rings so I could attach their arms to restraint them?

Chastity belts were another idea. If they wore slacks or jeans, I could get them a decorative belt of

painted and enameled brass to be worn outside their clothes. It would fit tightly around their

waists, its brass shield between their legs, its lock in front. Everyone could see they were

unavailable to any man except the man with the key. That is me.

Or, all of the above.

Picture them.

Twenty women, all naked, all lined up for your use when you so desired. Each woman would

have a chastity belt around her waist, its plate between her legs, keeping her from being penetrated

or even from masturbating. Heavy leather wristlets would be attached to each wrist. The D-ring

on the wristlet would be attached to the metal belt with her wrists behind her, thrusting out her

firm, ripe breasts with their nipple rings attached by a golden chain.

Each head would be lowered demurely, submissively. You would walk down the line, stopping at

each one, feeling the brand on her hip as you traced the indentation with your fingers. She would

gasp from your touch, as you both knew that brand evidenced your ownership of her and her

desire to belong to you.

With the tips of your fingers under her beautiful chin, you would raise her head. The multicolored

kitten tattooed on her neck would seem to come alive as it moved. Sexily, she would raise her eyes

to you. They would be begging eyes, wanting eyes, as her lust for you shot forth from them.

"Pick me, master," she would whimper. Or, "I need your cock in me, master."

You might say nothing. Or, you might let your hand slide down her soft, yielding flesh, perhaps

stopping at her breast to twist the ring until she moaned her desire. Or, you might lean down to

kiss her lips, feeling her eagerness, letting your tongue play over the brads in her tongue, brads

placed there for your pleasure.

Your toughest decision all day would be deciding which ones to fuck.

But, while I loved that fantasy and could play it any time I wished, in reality I like the fact my

kittens are different, each a unique and wonderful woman. That is the reason Mary and Lisa have

different piercings and Andy is not pierced at all. I personally do not want twenty identical slaves,

no matter how appealing. I want twenty different women.

So, I decided on chains and rings, specifically, chains, for neck, wrist and ankle, and, a ring for

their hand. All the kittens would have identical jewelry.

Each kitten would get two rings, both wedding-style bands three-eights of an inch wide. One was

twenty-one karat yellow gold and the other sterling silver. They would wear one or the other on

the thumb of their left hand. Their names are engraved on the inside of the band. There was no

decoration on the visible exterior of the band. Of course, as you know, thumb rings have been

worn since pre-Roman times to identify slaves. In today's USA they seem to be popular again. I

never see a woman with a thumb ring without wondering about her relationship with her man.

The chains are really a necklace, a bracelet and an anklet. They have one set made of 21 karat

yellow gold and another of sterling silver. The bracelet and anklet are designed to be slightly loose,

so they move, but not so loose as to allow them to come off accidentally.

Each necklace will fit snugly around their necks but could not be considered a choker because it

lay like a normal necklace. The clasp was a screw clasp which is secure but does not lock.

Each chain has a charm of matching metal. For the necklace, it is a one inch tall kitten which is

sitting with its tail up behind it. The gold kitten has diamond chips for its eyes and a ruby chip

over its heart. The silver necklace has emerald chips for its eyes and a sapphire chip over its heart.

The charms for the bracelets and anklets, both gold and silver, are a three-quarter inch kittens with

a single diamond over its heart.

My plan was that each kitten could wear which of her six chains she chose each day, allowing her

to accessorize as she pleased. I anticipated a ring and at least one chain, in matching metal, would

be worn.

Why not lock them in the necklace, you ask? Why lock them in, I would reply. They were

programmed. They would fight anyone who tried to remove that necklace, unless it was me, of

course. Believe me, I have corsets and body harnesses and locking collars and restraints for when

we play those games which each of us so enjoy.

As to clothing, I had decided to set no rules. Sometimes bra and panties. Sometimes not.

Sometime dresses, sometime jeans. After all, variety is the spice of life. And, these kittens know

how to dress sexily. Since they wished to please their man, ketting them dress to please me added

variety and color.

If someday, I wished them to all wear the same thing, they would just to please me. In fact, I had

decided to get each of them several ensembles, like uniforms. Then, I could have them dress

identically if I chose. For example, I might get all of them to wear matching T-shirts and skirts,

without bras and panties, as these three had done on this trip.

As I pointed the Suburban toward home, Andy put on her jewelry. She wore the gold ring,

bracelet and anklet on her left side and the silver on her right. She fastened both necklaces around

her neck. Then, she twisted in her seat to look at me.

"How do I look?" she asked.

"Sexy as hell," I replied. She gave me a warm smile.

"Have you given any thought as to who will be the other harem kittens?"

"Some. Have you?"

"You really are a wonderful man and a wonderful master. Thank you for asking."

"I mean it. I want your input."

"Well, you have Lisa, Mom and me. That is three. Have you met any other women who

interested you enough to have them around full time?"

Isn't it interesting how she put that? Having them around full time. Uncle Bert's method did have

one advantage. You could fuck them and forget them. You did not have to live with them. Living

with them will have bitter as well as sweet times, unhappiness as well as happiness. I loved Abby

and Betty, but I would not want them around all the time. Seeing them at holidays was enough for

me. And, like Cathy, they were my sisters.

I liked these three women I had chosen to be my first harem kittens. I liked them as women and

people as well as kittens. I wanted to be around them all the time, to share all their lives, not just

the time in bed. To me, that is what it is all about.

"I want to see who the 3,000 are. There might be someone there. But, as of today, the only two I

can think of are Eve and Rebecca. Cathy is going to do some scouting for me in LA."

"Eve is beautiful and sexy but she is too well known. You would have paparazzi around and all

that confusion and notoriety. But, Rebecca is an excellent choice. I liked her. And, she is Mom's

age. I bet they would be friends."

"You would not mind Rebecca?"

"Sweetheart, how often do I have to tell you part of the joy of being a kitten is to help her man

find other women to enjoy."

Andy had a warm, teasing expression on her face. She leaned over, jingling as she did from all her

jewelry, and kissed my cheek.

"Do you plan for all of us to have your children?"

"Yes."

"That should be interesting. You know, I might have been your stepsister."

"What do you mean?"

"Mom always wanted to marry Bert. After his heart attack, Bert told Mom all about his

investments and how much money he had. Then, he proposed. Mom said no. She did not want

him to think she was marrying him for his money. But, if she had accepted, I would be your

stepsister."

"It will be interesting enough as it is," I replied.

"I know. Let's say Mom and I both have sons. What would we name them?"

"Call them Arthur and Brent."

"Okay. Now, forget the half and step and all that stuff. Since you will be the father of both,

Arthur and Brent are brothers. And, since Arthur and I have the same mother, we are brother and

sister. But, since Mom is my Mom and Brent's grandmother, Arthur is Brent's uncle. Could it get

more complicated?"

"Sure. If Bert had married Mary, you and I would be brother and sister. Then, if I married Mary,

you would be my daughter and my sister. I would be Brent's grandfather and his father and his

uncle. You would be Arthur's sister and, if I married you, his mother."

"Poor Brent. He would lose out on all those birthday presents."

"We will make it up to him."

She moved toward me. Her hand slipped down my side to my crotch. She began to play with my

cock through my trousers.

"What are we going to do when we get home?"

"I don't know. Any suggestions."

"Yes, master. I want to be tied to the bed and fucked all night."

Of course, I was going to do it. I could not turn down Andy. Could you?

 

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